#* &. now is a time for new beginnings. / headcanon

[fandom-go-round]

Hello! If you're still taking requests, I'd really appreciate it if you could please write some headcanons about Emmrich, Lucanis, Neve and Bellara dating a Rook who has pretty significant burn scars, particularly on their back, stomach, legs, arms, hands or feet. The scars are healed now, but they still consider them unsightly so they try to cover up as much as possible. I'd love to see your take on their reaction to Rook's scars being revealed to them for the first time.

Burn scars also come with a lot of complications like having to keep them out of sunlight, they often get pretty itchy and since skin regulates body temperature you can get cold super easily if you have significant burns. So if you want to include any of those factors feel free!

As someone who legit cannot be trusted around hot liquids and has scars from 2nd degree burns, I'd appreciate it, but if you don't want to write something like this I understand. Thank you, and I hope your day is going well!

Thank you so much for a Dragon Age request! I had a lot of fun with it!

Warnings: Burns, Talk of Burns, Previous Injuries, Implied Low Self Esteem, Implied Body Issues

Emmrich Volkarin:

As someone who usually wears layers when out and about, Emmrich doesn’t notice right away you’re covered almost always. He thinks of it as a personal style, at least until you’re exposed to the cold. It only takes one instance of fighting a desire demon and your hands to shake so bad you can’t hold your weapon for him to wonder. He won’t ask you of course, especially when Harding asks if you’re alright and you deflect.

The first time he sees your burns himself, Emmrich has a lot of thoughts. He can tell that you’re uncomfortable, not meeting his eyes as you continue to make dinner. It’s the first time he’s seen you in short sleeves and without gloves; you had thought you were alone at the Lighthouse. He wonders where you got the wounds and how but instead, he apologizes for starling you and asks if he can help. You agree to let him help and it takes almost a full hour for the tension to leave your shoulders. Emmrich is happy to wait as long as possible for you to trust him.

The longer the two of you are together, the more you open up about your scars. Emmrich is willing to listen to anything you say and go at your own pace. He’ll go out of his way to buy you embroidered gloves that you adore and has no issues steering the others away from the topic. He’ll hesitate to touch your scars because he doesn’t want to hurt you but once you assure he can touch, he loves kissing your everywhere. Scars are a part of you but they don’t define you.

Lucanis Dellamorte:

He’s one of the first companions to notice, mostly because he has some burns himself. Not as wide spread as yours but Crow training wasn’t kind to him and he sees the way you favor warm over cold and how your legs get itchy after being in Rivani. Lucanis makes sure to cook warm meals and uses ingredients that help with itchiness. He’s a silent supporter from the beginning.

The extent of your scars makes hm angry. He has no way of knowing (at first) where your scars come from and assumes them to be a battle gone wrong. Spite often speaks of hunting the people down who hurt you and he’s inclined to agree. If he finds out the burns are because of an accident he’s going to hover more. If you’re this accident prone he’ll be your silent shadow so you don’t get hurt again. Tell him off if he hovers too much; Lucanis will find something else to help with.

He has no issues touching your scars but will make sure you’re alright with it first. He never wants to make you uncomfortable and watches for your verbal and nonverbal ques. Lucanis will do whatever he can to help you feel better; putting on ointment, buying you new clothing, whatever you’d like. He won’t let anyone talk down to you. He’s protective on a good day and if someone tries to say anything about your scars? His knife is already at their throat.

Bellara Lutare:

Bellara doesn’t realize you have burn scars until you take your coat off, wet from being slammed into the lake. It took her and Davrin combined to pull you out and you’re swearing up a storm as you strip. Davrin just teases you about losing your footing before going to find firewood. Bellara doesn’t catch herself staring until you turn away and she busies getting the camping set out.

She doesn’t bring the scars up until the two of you are alone, checking in. Mostly she wants to make sure you’re not in pain and if you are, she can make burn cream. Someone in her clan had burns like yours that bothered them. You’re surprised by her practical offer and kiss her cheek, thankful for her support. You take her up on the offer, especially when you end up on the coast. The hot air makes you super itchy.

It becomes a habit for her to help you put the burn cream on your back since it’s hard for you to reach. It’s a soft moment inside the normal day to day chaos. Bellara loves that you trust her enough to let her do this and gets to touch you. Her face is red by the end and you tease her but its worth all the teasing to see the soft look in your eyes. Once of these days she’s going to get her nerve to kiss you, she promises!

Neve Gallus:

Neve figured you were using clothing to cover up something. Most people don’t wear as many layers as you and it a toss up between scars or you really are that much trouble. The truth is, as always, a little bit of both. You naturally run cold but it’s more than that. The first time she sees your scars, she’ll admit she wasn’t expecting them. She knows that jobs can go wrong, she just wishes you were luckier.

She won’t talk about the scars unless you bring them up. She understands how it feels for others to judge you based on old wounds; she’s almost punched people because of her leg. Neve does go out of her way to get you warm drinks to hold and buys you long pants as yours get ruined. The detective side of her wants to know how you got the scars but she does her damnedest to keep those thoughts to herself.

Neve can’t help but kiss the scars when she can, almost without thinking. Clothes on or off, she’ll kiss the palm of your hand or rub your shoulder. Let her know if the touching is too much and she’ll back off. She accepts every part of you, scared or not. She likes the flustered look on your face, it isn’t often she throws you off. Neve can and will use it to her advantage.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

I ran here after your response to that musical!reader headcanon and the mention of Jekyll and Hyde has me SWOONING.

I saw a local production where the woman playing Lucy went out into the audience during "Bring On The Men" and flirted with people, she even sat down on her friend's lap!

What if musical!reader did that to Viktor 🤭

OH MY G O D THATS SO COOL???

Viktor would DIE. Like actually just pass way. Stop breathing and ascend to the next plane of existence. Glorious Evolution TM.

Viktor is usually very appreciative of music. It's similar to mathematics, in many ways, equations of numbers and notes put together for a new and unique sounding result. He does enjoy theater as well from time to time: it requires a lot of practice, experience, trial and error... by that logic, musical theater should be an art form just as objectively interesting in his eyes.

If what you're doing on stage right now is musical theater, though, he's having a VERY hard time staying objective about it.

It's nothing short of dirty. From the corset that hugs your waist and reveals way too much of your generous chest, to the way you're spreading your legs invitingly for the entire audience to see, everything about you screams sex. He's absolutely transfixed, incapable of looking away from the way your hands touch your own body to the beat of the invisible orchestra.

He's only pulled away from the moment when some students a few seats away start loudly whistling and whooping for your attention, like this is a strip club and not a college play.

THAT'S when he starts to get mad.

He's suddenly very aware of the fact that there's about a hundred other people in the room, students and faculty members, watching the same performance he is. How many of them will imagine you in their bed tonight? How many of them are imagining you in their lap right now?

The smile on your lips speak louder than a thousand words: you're enjoying this, the thrill of the stage, the eyes undressing you while you sing your pretty little song about getting fucked by nameless strangers. Even worse, he's certain you're taking pleasure in knowing he's got front row seats for it, that you've effectively got him powerless and chained down while you're giving a show he should be the only one witnessing.

You've flipped over your roles as student and teacher, and now, he's the one who has to sit silently and drink every word from your lips. It's devilishly clever.

He would be genuinely impressed if he wasn't burying his nails into his cane with one hand and trying to cover the tent in his dress pants with the other.

The projector suddenly moves; it follows you as you're going down the few stairs from the stage to the floor, heels sharp against the concrete floor.

So lets bring on the men

And let the fun begin

Your eyes finally meet his. They're filled with bright sparkles from the stage lights, teasing and provoking. Tauntingly asking if he's ready for what's next, when you both know he doesn't have a say in the matter. The show must go on.

'Ah, shit' is the only thing that comes across his mind before you sit on his lap, the spotlight blinding him.

A little touch of sin

Why wait another minute?

Your movements are calculated and precise, applying just enough pressure on his clothed cock for you to feel how hard he is, without granting him any relief. The audience cheers; he thinks he's having an aneurism.

You bat your mascara heavy eyelashes at him, abandoning the play for a triumphant instant. 'See?' he can almost hear you say. 'I knew I'd get your attention eventually. What's your next move, professor?'

Oh, he is going to make you regret this.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

This may be an odd request, but if you are into it, can I request headcanons of Smiley, Helen, and Jason (or characters you want to write) where their partner (reader) dies in front of them on a mission of something, but somehow and for some reason, time gets reversed to start at the beginning of the day, so their partner is alive and sleeping on their bed. Please and thank you!

I sort of imagined it as them going to sleep at the end of the day and waking up and it's the previous day, I hope that's okay <3 This request also made me remember Helen and his heart jar for his dead s/o so we're just gonna pretend that doesn't happen this time :p

This got so long I'm sorry I'm posting this so late-

Smiley:

He was never made for field work, with his preference for medical assistance at the mansion he was never meant to be standing out there in the field. He was never meant to watch you take that fatal injury, to do everything he could to save you out in the woods surrounding you and fail so miserably at it, much to his extreme distress. The following hours before he'd eventually passed out at his medical table had been a mash of absolute pain and misery, feelings he'd assumed he'd be waking up to once more the following morning, but instead, he was met with your beautiful face smiling at him. He'd thought he'd died himself for a moment, after all, he hadn't fallen asleep in bed, but here you are beside him, just as snug as you were the previous morning. It doesn't take long for him to realize what's happened, and Smiley isn't going to waste the chance before him. He's quick to come up with some bullshit but believable reason about why you can't go out on the mission you're meant to, citing doctor's orders and him needing to monitor a concern that came up on a pre-mission health check.

Nobody questions him, although you're left quite concerned by his actions. Nobody else can see it, but you can see the tenseness of his body, his eyes darting about anxiously, the heavy beating of his heart. You can tell he's worried about something, but he won't tell you what it is, he simply can't. He can't bring himself to admit what he saw, what he experienced, not when it's still too fresh in his mind. Perhaps he'll tell you later, but for now, he instead chooses to seek comfort in the fact that by the time the two of you go to bed that night, you're still safe and sound in his arms, just as you are the following, brand new morning, and nothing else other than that matters. It takes far longer than he thought to tell you what truly happened that day, why he refused to let you go on the mission, years down the line, and it's only with your comfort and love for him at that time that allows him to truly grieve and let go of those horrible memories. Suddenly all those days of him being more concerned about you going on missions makes sense, and you apologize for ever questioning his judgment or doubting him, promising to always come home safe to him, just as he does for you.

Jason:

The scream leaving his throat feels as though it should rip it apart, just as he feels like he's being ripped apart at the sight of your dying body crashing to the ground. Jason can barely tell what's happening in the next few hours, between trying desperately to resuscitate you, weeping for your death, and the others trying to keep him from doing something drastic. He barely realizes when he's falling asleep, his mechanical body simply powering off due to overcharge of his emotions, and when he awakes the next morning, he can't help but immediately begin sobbing once more when his eyes land on you. You're still in his satin sleep shirt, oversized on your body and revealing your skin just as it had the morning before, a sleepy smile resting on your cheeks as you gaze at him as he wakes up, but it's different this morning because now you're replaced with immense concern over his sudden outburst. You cradle him close and attempt to comfort him as best you can as he cries and crushes you against his body, so scared that any moment you could slip away again.

It must have been a dream, he reasons. A terrible, horribly bad dream, one that felt far too real, and so he tries to calm down, but he can't. Not when everything in the day progresses the exact same day, and so he shatters, begging you not to go on the mission. He tells you of his "dream", tells you of everything he saw, how he's scared it might actually happen, and you're so devastated by the clear distress he's in, so, of course, you switch out with someone else and stay home. He's so thankful you listened, so thankful a stronger creep took your place, considering the sorry state said creep was in when they got home. It could have been you, but it wasn't. Not this time, not ever again. Jason will never allow you to die in such a way, not now that he knows it's a definite possibility, no. He'll keep you safe and comfortable in his arms, safe from any dangers, just as he is right now, and will continue to do, for the rest of your life. He treasures you far too greatly to ever allow you to truly experience something like that again, and if he can help prevent it in any way at all, he will do so, for you, the love of his life, someone who deserves to live and die in peace.

Helen:

He had such an odd feeling. He'd elected to stay home last minute, as Slender had assumed not all of you would need to attend this mission. However, he felt this clawing, nagging feeling in his chest, and so he ran, ran faster than he ever had before, but he'd been too late. Your blood was fresh as you lay collapsed against a tree, your eyes unfocused as he sat before you. He tried everything he could to try and help you, but it was too late. Others had to find the two of you, as Helen had sat there before you for hours, crying and screaming, revealing emotions nobody other than you had ever seen before. He felt as though he should be dead, as though he should have died with you, but instead there he was, laying in your shared bed, now far colder than usual due to the lack of your body heat. So, if it had been so cold, why was it suddenly so warm when he woke up? Rare tears slip from his eyes as you snuggle into him, just as you had that morning, and he clutches you tightly. He feels as though some god out there must have finally taken pity upon him and done something good for him for once.

You ask what's wrong, and he simply asserts he'll tell you later, instead choosing to look after you that day, to be far more affectionate than usual. When Slender once again offers for someone to fall back, Helen disagrees, saying he has a bad feeling and that maybe someone extra should go to be safe, and so a few do, and Helen is so unbelievably thankful that he and the extra few went. He can't believe you were basically fighting all of these people by yourself, and he hates himself for so casually staying home. He kills the person who was meant to kill you with ease, and the mission is successful. You all make it home, and it's when you're cuddled up once more that night that Helen finally tells you what happened, how you had died, how it could have been his fault, how painful it was. You're momentarily confused, but with how earnestly he's retelling it, you feel as though it must have been true, and so you thank him for saving you this time, thank him for keeping you safe, and he swears to you that he'll continue to do so. For the rest of your careers for Slender, he'll always be there, on every mission, fighting to protect the one true blessing in his life.

[violetvines]

heyy! could you write headcanons about alisa and a new spanish boyfriend please??

yesss perfect timing! i was thinking of doing something w alisa and a potential significant other too~

a very successful lawyer & a very annoying frenemy ⚖️

- let's call him... [lorenzo]

- they met in law school bc alisa decided to continue pursuing her studies and get a phd

- more specifically... they met in a simulation course where alisa was the attorney for the "defendant" and he was the attorney for the "plaintiff"

- alisa ended up not winning (but the professor said it was a close one) and she's not used to losing... so you can imagine her reaction

- lorenzo studied in england before coming to america so when he speaks english, his spanish accent is nearly gone, leading alisa to believe that he isn't fluent in spanish

- age gap of a year or two (alisa is ahead of most people her age)

- alisa is ice, not fire, but somehow he manages to always get on her nerves (even if he isn't doing anything wrong in particular)

- their trope is mainly enemies to lovers

summary: how alisa and lorenzo's story begins

warnings: slight swearing + spanish (with english translations!)

Alisa looked at the man before her. Her opponent. The plaintiff's attorney. Alisa Ortega was not used to losing, and perhaps in that way, she was every bit a Hawthorne as Tobias Hawthorne was.

She channeled her inner strength and power, as she did every time she fought a case and began presenting herself.

Twenty minutes later, after two rounds of going back and forth, the professor, seated in the judge's seat, pounded the gavel. Her opponent had just finished his sentence.

Was she going to let him have the last say?

She ignored the professor, locking eyes with the suit-clad figure before her. If you think I'm going to let this slide, you are dearly mistaken.

She continued with her points. When she spoke like this, she was like a force of nature. She made sure to mention all the points he had and counter them with arguments of her own. Her words flew out naturally like throwing stars, all aimed at one person's head.

Lorenzo Ramirez, he called himself.

During their introductory class, he'd told everyone that he'd been born in Spain but moved to England for the early years of his childhood. She doubted he was even fluent in Spanish, since he hadn't reacted when she'd asked him "¿Eres fluida en español? Are you fluent in Spanish?" She had thought about it that same night of her first class and had wanted to roll her eyes at the memory.

Why had she even bothered to ask? Maybe it was because she thought it was a coincidence that someone who shared her heritage had entered her life. It was ridiculous, now that she thought about it.

She ended her argument with a crossing of her arms. Then, her professor cut in, before that Ramirez could say a word.

"Thank you, Ms. Ortega. I commend you for your display and how you carry yourself, but I'd like to remind you that this is a university class and not an actual courtroom. We are now fifteen minutes behind schedule."

"Because of that, Mr. Ramirez is the winner of this round. I'd like to add that it was a close one, but it's important to maintain order in the court."

Alisa didn't know how she looked in the moment, but she was glad she couldn't see herself. She hoped she managed to maintain her composure. "I'm sorry, sir. I got too carried away."

"It won't happen again," she said, through gritted teeth and she looked up, just in time to see Lorenzo Ramirez grinning at her. So he was happy she had just gotten humiliated in front of everyone? Fine. She would wipe that grin off his face, sooner or later. Preferably... sooner.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

She didn't like eating in the cafeteria, because it reminded her too much of high school and all the ridiculous cliques. The coffee place opposite the campus was her go-to.

Alisa had been typing away on her laptop, replying to emails, when someone decided to set their tray down on the table she was occupying without even asking. She was about to open her mouth when she realised who it was.

"You look like you've seen a monster," Lorenzo muttered. He looked at her like he was concerned. That was good. He should be concerned.

"That's because I'm looking right at one." She replied, making sure to look right at him. He sat down, unfazed.

"Why are you here?" The question was a simple one, but somehow, it seemed like all questions were too difficult to be answered by him. He only stared at her like she was crazy.

"Because... it's lunch break?"

"You blockhead! ¡No es eso lo que quise decir!" (That's not what I meant!)

Alisa sighed. He probably didn't even understand. She had a habit to reverting to Spanish when she was frustrated. She wished he would just go away.

"Sé lo que quisiste decir." (I know what you meant.)

He said it so quietly and quickly, had Alisa not been fluent in Spanish, she wouldn't have been able to catch it. Now it was her turn to stare at him. So he could speak Spanish. And he was fluent in it.

"Blockhead is too strong a word, don't you think?" He continued, not missing a beat. "You're talking to the winner of the case."

She knew he said that just to spite her. She didn't know how or why she was feeling this way, she was usually able to keep her cool, but there was something about this guy that ignited the fire inside her.

"Agree to disagree. My counter-argument was good and you know it." She countered.

"Well, I don't know... you just said I'm a blockhead, so maybe I don't know it." He shrugged, like he hadn't been saying the opposite thing one second ago.

"What-"

Alisa slammed her laptop shut. She couldn't do this. She couldn't sit here with him. But before she could get up and go, he slid over his cup of coffee to her.

"I wanted to apologise for just now. My grinning at the end of our... exchange or debate or whatever that was back there in class must have made me look like an absolute jerk."

"Please take it. Don't leave a gentleman like me hanging." He had the audacity to wink.

She took it anyway, just because she needed coffee right at that moment. Their fingers brushed slightly and they locked eyes.

He smiled softly. And Alisa didn't smile back.

Because she would never admit that her heart had warmed just a little bit more, with a different kind of fire, when she was met with the sight of his smile.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

They walked back to campus together. Before parting ways, they had a final exchange, one she would go on to remember forever.

"So... are we friends now?" Lorenzo asked. He didn't look afraid if he thought she would say no. There was something self-assured about him, in a good way.

"No... not even close." She replied, because she wasn't used to letting people in.

"Frenemies then?" He tried again. He was persistent, too.

She decided to give that a chance. "Frenemies."

- they end up dating a few months after this exchange and he has a habit of getting her a different bouquet of flowers each time they go out for a date

- they study together and graduate together with flying colours <3

- most of their dates consist of study dates but he also loves taking her out to dinner at expensive places (she feels bad about it sometimes, but she secretly loves it and he can see that)

- he makes sure she isn't too hard on herself bc alisa is alisa

- anddd he becomes the hawthornes' most trusted attorney (after alisa!)

- they have spanish inside jokes

- they open a law firm together, one of the most successful ones ever

- they love debating w each other, even if it's about silly topics

- they are the intimidating power couple and they always coordinate their fits to match

i hope you like these <3

[turtleblogatlast]

Thinking about the Don Suave scene and what it means in terms of LGBTQ+ representation because my brain does nothing if not torment me with random topics to ramble about on the regular.

Anyway, I just wanted to ramble about why I like the scene but to get it out of the way - the scene can very easily be interpreted in so many different ways, and all of them are valid. I personally see it as Leo having at least some attraction to a man. And the following is an explanation of my own interpretation and thoughts on it and what it means especially for Leo’s portrayal in the grand scheme of things.

Long-winded interpretation under the cut!

Now, to start with, it’s important to me that in the scene Leo looks at Don Suave in the very beginning and then for the entirety of the rest of the time the man is on screen, Leo’s eyes are closed. Yet, in the end, he is still visibly enamored with Don Suave, happily cuddling up to him as he’s being carried away.

You can very easily interpret this as Leo being spellbound and that’s honestly super valid and I believe he likely was at least somewhat in the beginning, but considering how fast he looked away and how he never looked again, I personally think it makes more sense to read it as Leo just finding the man attractive, at least somewhat. (For the record, I personally headcanon Rise Leo as bisexual with a heavy preference for men, but I want to be blunt when I say that any interpretation is valid. Literally any. Ace, pan, gay, bi, none of the above or a mixture of something new literally all of it is more than okay and fair. Hell you could even interpret this entire scene as more romantic attraction than physical and it would still work. Anything goes!! Don’t bother people, guys, really.)

The main reason I take this scene to be at the very least LGBTQ+ adjacent isn’t just because of how it’s portrayed, but because of who Leonardo is. Not in terms of Rise of the TMNT, but in terms of the entire Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles™️ franchise.

Leo’s a character who, while changing with each iteration, has still at his core been around for decades upon decades as “the blue one”. One fourth of the team. He’s the one most are going to look at as the Leader, and oftentimes he is the one closest to having the title of Main Character. Not to say the others aren’t just as important, but Leo’s presence in the A plots of basically all TMNT media is often something very main character-esque.

And that’s very, very important to note. Here we have a Main Character of a prolific and decades long-running franchise distributed by a children’s television network. You can play around with his and his brothers’ characters all you like, but there is always going to be challenges to dodge around, especially since this was still in 2018-2019.

For example, you can play around with their designs so long as they’re color coded turtles, but their sexualities? Now that’s tricky.

“But what about Hypno and Warren?” Not main characters and also they’re Rise originals. They have a lot more room to play around with than a character like Leo does. But even talking about main characters in the franchise, you could arguably have an easier time playing around with Donnie or Mikey’s sexualities than Leo or even Raph, as (unfortunately) the former two tend to get more B plots, so they’d likely have had a little more leeway (still not a lot though.)

So, where does this leave us?

It leaves us in a place where outright stating and/or showing undeniable proof of Leo’s attraction to men is very, very difficult. So, workarounds!

Workarounds like the entire Don Suave situation.

To be honest, as left up to interpretation and lowkey and deniable as it is, this whole scene means a lot to me because of who Leo is as a character. It’s just nice when we get so see even the bare bones of representation with characters that have been such a large part of pop culture for decades, y’know? Even if more would be so much nicer, this is better than I thought we’d ever get for these boys.

And, again, literally nothing I’ve said is the only way to interpret it, I’m more than happy when people interpret media on their own honestly, it’s just something I’ve been thinking of lately and I was wondering if others felt the same way.

Whatever you think when you interpret this scene or Rise Leo as a whole, I just thought this would be interesting to think about, even if it was ramble-y, haha.

[justsumtransdude2000]

QuillKiller's Easy Beginnings

I know that a lot of people enjoy the internalized homophobia narrative in relation to relationships involving DE's and purebloods, and I often enjoy it too, when done correctly. However, QuillKiller is one of the instances where I think, characterization wise, it simply doesn't work. Specifically, I'm thinking when the internalized homophobia narrative is pushed onto Bellatrix.

Why? Well, what do we know about Bellatrix? She is dangerous, clinically insane, murderous and undyingly loyal to whatever she applies herself to, and canonically that thing is the dark lord, yes, but what else? She is self assured. When she battles people she taunts them because she is sure she'll beat them, when she argues she does it sardonically and with the very distinct air of I'm right, you're wrong, fuck off and die before I crucio you. Everything she does is with a sense of superiority and self respect. She knows who she is, and she wouldn't brush that off (especially in her teenage years, because Bellatrix as a teenager was a spitfire and a rebel in one way or another) to replace it with being who she needs to be.

So, when she realizes she's gay she doesn't think, she knows. She isn't afraid of it, or angry at it, guilt doesn't eat her alive about it, she doesn't dread not being the perfect daughter about it, because she's Bellatrix fucking Black, when has she ever been the perfect daughter, and when has trying to ever been fun? But this, her queerness and being able to weaponize it to piss off her family? That's fun. Bellatrix takes everything about herself and sharpens it until it's the perfect thing to ruin people with, especially when she is filled with teenage rebellion and hate.

Enter stage left Rita Skeeter, the openly lesbian trans girl (because fuck Terf-k Rowling, Rita deserves to be queer and trans and she is beautiful because of it) who is in everybody's business and runs a gossip column for Hogwarts. I imagine it starts 3rd year. Bellatrix has discovered this powerful, sharp thing about herself, and there is someone just as self actualized as her. Rita knows who she is, knows how to prove that to people. She runs smear campaigns against people who are transphobic towards her, and occasionally gets in trouble for hexing students who say nasty things, and she is a bit dangerous because of her abilities and Bellatrix loves it. She loves how being close with Rita is this game, loves how she walks a narrow tight rope of being loves and being smeared, loves the adrenaline rush it gives her (because she is so adrenaline junky coded).

And that love for all that Rita Skeeter is turns into love for her in 5th year.

And Rita Skeeter is intrigued by Bellatrix. By her ideology, the way she thinks and acts and is quick witted. The way she defends her so easily, the way curses flow from her wand with ease that Rita can tell is actually years of training and practicing (she ignores the thoughts about who she has had to practice on). And maybe it starts out as a story, but it turns into something else. It turns into this weird feeling in her hears, and sneaking into Bella's dorm, and learning what she likes to eat for breakfast, and wearing each other's ties on purpose and smearing transphobes together, and feelings.

And it's quite easy for them to fall in love.

[solesnati]

luke can go from tatooine sand gremlin dumpster diving for a buck and losing his shit over a cup of water to ethereal eldritch mystery floating through the air all serene and shit during his meditations while bending people to his will in .2 seconds and honestly? love that for him

[age736]

talked about this with a friend on twitter but i have little doubt that goku will probably outlive few of his loved ones due to saiyan biology. at least by a few decades- i don't think even goku can escape old age lol. specifically with chi-chi for example, i'd think he'd mourn her in his own way- but i doubt it'd get to him to completely change him drastically. that's just not goku is, and he lacks that sort of emotional maturity in all honesty. even as an adult. plus, it's not like goku doesn't know what comes after death. he's more than familiar with both heaven and hell, and knows by now that his wife will wait for him no matter what, just like he would for her. death isn't an end for him, but a new beginning, and even in death he'll be reunited with all his loved ones again in heaven.

[transingthoseformers]

So I'm back from a full ass hibernation, and am reminded on how in certain continuities it's fully possible that Cybertronians do not recharge as often as humans, but do it for much longer than humans.

So in TFA, Sari—

[koushirouizumi]

{D I G I M O N} ~ KIZUNA x + T H E . B E G I N N I N G + S T E V E {Jewish-American Chosen} x Koushiro {KouSteve} / {SteveKou} / {KouSteveKou}

Edit by @izzyizumi / koushirouizumi

{Do Not R E P O S T} {Do Not R E P R O D U C E My Edits + My Works Under Any Circumstances}

(Details of this A.U. under the 'read more'!) {Not too spoilery for "The Beginning", but some light references are made regarding the timeline!}

For Autism Awareness Month {April in U.S.+World} {Autistic!Koushiro Headcanon} + Jewish-American Heritage Month {May in U.S.}

-A.U. {Alternate Universe} where Koushiro and Steve have notably more {visible to "Viewer"/"Reader"}; One-on-one interaction between "Our War Game" (and most {eventual} International Chosen discovering "The Network" and Koushiro's involvements in helping + observing it + keep the Inter-national Chosen connected) and "The Beginning";

-In "The Beginning", as the U.S. Chosen are gathered, while it's not outright stated, it's not unreasonable to assume they were keeping an eye on Network updates made by Miyako earlier on to the Network, also often related via Koushiro, {+related by 02 Chosen}. (The pattern in my A.U.s overall likely goes, Koushiro -> Miyako + 02 Chosen {+Iori}; then, 02 Chosen -> back to Koushiro when involving 02 team's extended efforts, who actively helps analyze any info they send, then shares it + any theorizing to the Network)

-In this A.U., Steve, who as a Jew doesn't particularly 'enjoy' being kept in the 'dark' about Whats Happening to the Self when it's impacting Steve's {religious} (+daily) life, ends up reaching out to Koushiro earlier on to try and get to know the Chosen in Odaiba better, and also show solidarity with Koushiro's group's efforts. In the end, it's likely because of Koushiro's extended earlier efforts, as well as getting to know the U.S. Chosen better in Steve's own time, that Steve succeeds in remaining semi-active as a main member of the U . S. Chosen, and semi-active in acting as support that can easily be called upon, like most International Chosen.

-Koushiro and Steve in this A.U. share a friendship and communication style that TRANSCENDS what most may think of as "friendship" or "good" styles of ""communication"" - both know (Steve especially also knowing thanks to own culture) that no matter how far apart they are, they can always rely on each other to be there when needed (or wanted), even if it's difficult to "physically" meet up in off-line life.

-As stated in this scene, Steve wasn't necessarily first 'Chosen' in 1991, or at least not 'exactly' in the same timeframe as Michael. (I also headcanon Steve being some months older than Michael, who I consider to be around the same age/Japanese school year as Koushiro and Mimi, so Steve would possibly be on the older end of year, for the most part, if not born the same year/timeframe as Taichi, just Chosen a little later.)

[shomatoriashi]

10/13/24; 05:50pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you ride them for the first time ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

you cling to the sheets, feeling sylus’s every touch on your skin as he kept you pinned against his bed.

your clothes had long since been tossed carelessly aside, your bare form becoming subjected to sylus’s hungry gaze. you watch as he licks at his bottom lip, his once crimson eyes eclipsed by complete darkness as evident of his lust for you.

his looming presence descends upon you suddenly, and you could feel the way his hot mouth kisses and nips at your skin. your back arches against the bed, feeling sylus’s every touch as he trails his lips down your body. the moment you could feel his large hand gripping at your chest, you let out a sharp gasp, earning a mischievous smirk from him.

with one last chuckle, he speaks your name in a hoarse tone before descending upon you once more. his tongue wraps around your aching breast, curling and prodding against the hardened nub as you cried out to him. your hands automatically delve themselves into sylus’s hair, basking in the sinful sensation of his mouth against your sensitive skin.

he litters your chest with hickeys and lovebites, causing the ache felt between your legs take on an almost painful potency. your gasps and needy moans of his name seems to spur sylus on when he finally removes himself from your heaving breasts.

“aw, what’s this? has my kitten gotten needy for me?” your cocky lover smirks down at you, using his large hands to continue teasing at your skin. he continues to play with your nipples, making your breath hitch when he squeezes at them.

“i want to try something new.” you manage to tell him in between your gasps for air, eyes already going hazy as you fought back the urge to just pounce on him. sylus stops playing with your breast just then, a single brow lifted up in curiosity and amusement for you, “oh? is that so?”

his chest was practically vibrating with laughter now, with him resting a cheek against the palm of his hand while looking down at you. sylus allows his fingertips to lightly grace at your skin, his touches no heavier than dew as he admires the goosebumps left erupting in the wake of his reverent caress.

giving him a sly smile, you were able to switch positions with sylus. with your hand felt pressed against his chest, you lightly shove him back against the bed, earning a grunt from him. as he lays back, his smirk simply widens, his cockiness reaching new levels when he places both hands behind his head, watching your next move with utter amusement.

but what he wasn't expecting you to do was to straddle his hips, grabbing his erection with your soft hands as you continued to stroke his cock, making it twitch beneath your touch before leading his mushroom tip into your entrance. and when you manage to sink down on him, completely sheathing him within your slick heat, sylus knew that he was fighting a losing battle.

you plant the palm of your hands against his chest, bouncing up and down on his cock while letting out your sweet moans, simply chasing your high as you used him for that exact reason. the onychinus leader ends up gritting his teeth in response to your movements, hand gripping at your waist tightly as you continued to ride him sloppily.

your inexperience with this new position was almost endearing to sylus, and as you began to pant, whimpering while trying to maintain your pace, he knew that you needed his help. letting out a sigh, sylus sits back up, wrapping his arms around your back while repositioning you on his lap.

"c'mere kitten, let me help."

when sylus begins pumping his cock in and out of you, he basks in your cries of his name. smiling almost victoriously in response, sylus leans down to capture your breasts in his mouth once more, purposely sucking on them while allowing his hips to meet with your downward thrusts-

never once wishing for this night of passion to end.

you thought you misheard zayne when he requested you to do something new for him while behind the closed doors of your shared bedroom.

"i'm sorry, but you wanted me to do what?"

currently, you were standing in your bra and panties, with your arms crossed over your chest while looking at zayne like he had lost his mind. yet still, he maintains that gentle expression, dressed in only a flimsy pair of boxers as you could see the noticeable tent in them.

"honey, i believe you've already heard me once, and i refuse to repeat myself."

with those last words spoken, zayne simply returns to the bed, laying completely on his back as he waited for you to join him. heat was felt against your cheeks, but perhaps more so than your flustered state was the growing ache that you felt between your legs.

your heart was racing when you finally joined zayne in your shared bed, but instead of laying beside him, you allow your body to straddle his abdomen. you had barely began to move, yet already, zayne's breath hitches when he feels your added weight against him.

with your thighs settled on both sides, you tremble, feeling his muscles beneath the thin material of your panties, the bumps and ridges making a pleasurable sensation go through you when you slide your aching cunt over them.

for our anniversary, i want you to use me.

you began to gasp at the memory of his words, your movements now getting even more desperate as you grind yourself against his body.

i want you to focus solely on your pleasure and use me as much as you'd like.

the love you felt for him began to overflow, making you lay across his body as you licked at his hard chest, basking in his gasps of your name and the way he delves his large hands into your hair. your movements become more desperate now, and you found yourself aching for something else...

i won't make a move or even stop you from doing what you wish to do to me.

letting out a breathy moan, you lift yourself away from him, taking off your soaked panties and unhooking your bra with one, swift movement. you hear the way zayne's breathing become more labored, watching you with an intense expression.

gripping at the waistband of his boxers, you gently pull it down, revealing his hard cock as it sprung out of the confines of the fabric. your mouth waters at the sight of his thick erection, now freed for your hungry gaze to admire. yet instead of placing him inside of you, you chose to place the underside of his cock against your entrance.

with your hands remaining planted against his chest, you began stroking zayne's cock with your soaked pussy, making the pleasure he felt become even more heightened with each stroke you gave him while using your cunt. zayne was at a loss for words, with his head remaining tossed back against the pillows as his hands gripped at the sheets below him.

you kept going, the squelching sounds of your slick heat providing the most delicious sensation against the side of his cock, making zayne's eyes clench shut in hopes of preventing himself from climaxing too soon.

only when you felt the familiar twitch coming from him did you finally grip at his cock, slapping the tip of it against your aching cunt before slowly coming down on him. you allow your pussy to take him inch by excruciating inch, not stopping until he was completely sheathed inside of your core.

you couldn't stop your head from being tossed back, basking in the red hot pleasure that fills you. using the moans that came from zayne to push you forward, you begin riding zayne, running on pure instincts alone as you continued to chase your high while bouncing up and down his cock.

and in this very moment, nothing else mattered the moment you became one with the man who loved you so deeply.

when xavier slides off your sheer nightgown, kissing at your inner thighs before using his teeth to slide off your panties-

you were an absolute goner.

xavier was the first serious lover you had, and the fact that he worshipped the ground you walked on was something you had yet to get used to. he was so beautiful to you, and the love he offered you was enough to leave you crying.

never before had you been loved so unconditionally.

completely in tune with you and the way your body responds to his every touch, xavier was seen licking his lips, his features hidden from you the moment he places his face between your legs. you shiver upon feeling the way his hot breath was felt against the sensitive skin of your cunt.

your heart was racing with anticipation, with you wondering what his next move would be. yet you didn't need to wait for long the moment you felt xavier slide a finger inside of you, drawing out your honeyed arousal as you grip at the sheets in response. you hear his light chuckle of your name, adding a second finger inside of you while making gentle scissoring motions, spreading your walls for what was to come.

with his fingers buried so sweetly inside of you, you couldn't stop yourself from trapping his head within your thighs, your whimpers of his name echoing throughout the room as you found yourself wanting more.

when you try to move your hips against him, xavier keeps you still, taking advantage of his strength when he grips at your waist with his free hand. he pumps his fingers in and out of your heat a few more times before pulling them out of you. he watches the way his fingers glisten with evidence left from your arousal, closing his eyes as he cleaned his digits with his mouth.

you tremble, watching the way his tongue laps away the sweetness of your arousal before groaning at the taste.

"fuck, nothing tastes as good as you do."

running on his desire to get even more of your taste, xavier grips at your thighs with both of his hands before surging forward, his tongue already tracing at your pussy lips before traveling inside of you. feeling the wet muscle invade your pulsating walls makes your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head, with xavier drinking up everything you had to offer.

but when he adds introduces his finger once more in hopes of drawing out your release, it was suffice to say that he succeeded in his mission.

you felt the onslaught of moisture escape from your slick heat and into his awaiting mouth, spilling yourself into him while xavier swallows your release with a groan. your hands grip at his hair in an almost painful manner, your thighs tightening around him as you rode out your high by grinding your cunt against his face.

several minutes later, once xavier finishes with cleaning the evidence of your release with his tongue, he lays back beside you in bed with a grunt. you weakly turn around and meet his gaze, seeing the sweat that runs down his body. as you trail your eyes downward, you saw the way his erection causes a tent against the sheets, the sight of it all making you lick your lips in response.

while xavier rests and tries to catch his breath, you decide to straddle him, earning a questioning glance from xavier. leaning down to kiss at his chest, you purposely travel down his body, licking the beads of sweat away from him before whispering, "it's your turn."

not tearing your gaze away from him, you grip at the sheet, pulling it away from xavier's body to reveal the full extent of his erection to you. knowing that he was more than ready for you, you grip at his shaft while leading him to your entrance.

you bask in the shaky tone of xavier's voice when he says your name, feeling happy when he arches his back against the bed the moment you come down on his cock. you allow your cunt to slide down the entire length of him, letting out a pleased moan when your hips finally met with his hips. once he was fully sheathed inside of you, you bounced up and down his cock, riding him with a desperation you hadn't felt in a long time.

knowing that it was his turn to feel pleasure, you purposely quicken your pace, your breasts bouncing in tune to your movements as xavier willingly surrenders himself to you, getting lost within the sensation of your walls wrapped so tightly around him.

ever since you knew of your boyfriend's increased sensitivity that came along with his heightened state of arousal, to say that you took advantage of that fact would be an understatement.

in fact, you often used these moments to tease your lover, basking in his soft moans and the way he seemed to submit so willingly to you. as you both remain within the comfort of your bed, you began to trail kisses all across rafayel's neck. smiling against his skin, you use your tongue to lick away at the beads of sweat that appears, hiding back the pure delight you felt each time you heard his breathy whines of your name.

"mmm, you're always so cute each time your body gets worked up like this." you lightly tease him pressing your naked body even closer to him.

"my love-" rafayel's words were cut off when he let out a hiss of your name, feeling the way your fingertips lightly trace at his chest before traveling down his abdomen. you hum, admiring the way his body seemed to tremble before erupting into goosebumps in response to your touch.

your smile was sweet and gentle, but the way your hand kept traveling lower and lower were anything but sweet. your touches never stopped until they reach the sheets that barely cover his waist. letting out a pleased hum, you pull back the sheets, admiring the way his pretty cock was colored an almost angry shade of red with pearls of precum escaping from his tip.

"such a pretty thing." you softly coo at him before forming a fist with your hand, gripping at his erection before stroking him. his sighs and grunts of your name were like music to your ears, making you stroke him even faster, with you wanting nothing more than for the young artist to fall apart with your heated caresses alone.

you keep on stroking him, using the pad of your thumb to play with his tip, wiping his precum across it while tightening your grip around his cock. when you felt that familiar twitch, you allow your strokes to become faster, basking in the way rafayel arches his back against the bed before releasing himself into your hand.

his moans were chopped and broken, but still oh so pretty as you kept stroking him, milking him for all he was worth with your hands alone. only when you were certain that his spurts of cum had ceased did you continue with your next plan.

your gaze maintains its loving quality, watching as rafayel falls back in bed, his chest heaving in tune to his rapid breathing. with an arm tossed across his eyes, you take advantage of the way he couldn't see you and proceed to straddle his waist.

when rafayel feels your wet cunt against his sensitive cock, he winces, feeling his once limp cock become half-hard upon feeling the way your slick heat surrounds him. your smile simply widens when you use your cunt to stroke him back to full hardness, moaning excitedly when you feel him literally growing from beneath you. only when you were certain that he was fully hard for you did you grip at his newly acquired erection.

"love-" rafayel was cut off once more, letting out a cry of your name the moment he feels your slick heat surrounding him, gripping his cock tightly inside of you. when your hips meet with his, you arch your back and rest the palm of your hands behind you, directly on top of his thighs.

utilizing this new position, you work your thighs and allow yourself to stroke his cock with your cunt, the squelching sounds of your lovemaking now echoing throughout the room. along with rafayel's moans, you knew you had to act fast-

especially if you wanted him to climax first.

and as you basked in this intimate act of becoming one with your beloved lemurian, you managed to achieve your goal numerous times throughout the night.

end notes: it’s been a while since i wrote a thirst post for my favorite lads men, so i did something about it 🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[elysialm]

tagzzzz

[ozzgin]

Request/Idea-

Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)

Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) 🥰🤭

Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but don’t make him an actual father…yet)

P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! You’re art is just *chef’s kiss* infuckingcredible

-👘

Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, “Queen and the tailor”, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so it’s definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.

In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!

Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons

Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.

Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior

Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. He’s drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. “Might I help you with anything?” You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.

Out of all the places, he certainly didn’t expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit he’s come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The name’s the easy part, as it’s neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. He’ll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.

If there’s one good thing about his career, it’s that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didn’t anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Child’s play.

“Thank you for coming again today.” You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. “Although, I must say…I’ve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?” Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you can’t imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, they’ve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems you’re just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth you’d hear in a courthouse: it’s his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isn’t it just silly? He could’ve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentions…He stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.

The childlike innocence doesn’t last long. You’ve agreed to date him and that’s great, but he’s a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didn’t imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. What’s the point? He’s already certain he’ll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, you’re not as cooperative as he’d wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. You’re always calm and take your time with everything. It’s almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when you’re moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.

Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself would’ve shown before, yet this time it’s different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if it’s you. That’s all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.

Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and he’d started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? You’ll get to that later.

He can’t wait to spoil you. See, that’s the advantage of dating an older man. He’s gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, you’re his talented little embroideress that won’t have to worry about anything else ever again.

[waitingonher]

because i love you — [hoo boys headcanons]

summary: your "thing" with the hoo boys!

author's note: in honor of the pjo series coming out today,,have this rlly rlly short draft from earlier this year! xoxo

percy jackson — doodling on him

“give me your hand.”

“yes ma’am.”

minutes pass as you doodle gods know what onto percy’s hand. you always resort to this whenever the camp head counselor's meeting begins late—which seems to be every meeting—and giving percy "tattoos" certainly kills time. last meeting, you drew a can of beans and the time before that, was a bouquet of tulips. so honestly his guess being a pair of socks this time isn’t too far of a reach.

“okay, done,” you release his hand, a proud smile gracing your features, “cute right?”

he quirks a brow upon seeing the drawing, “is that…” percy turns his head to the side, gaining better perspective, “is that a flying fish?” 

“wow, you’re good,” you say, giving him a nod of approval, “although, last time you did say that my can of beans looked like a roll of toilet paper…” 

your boyfriend throws his hands in the air, “in my defense, you used a shitty pen so it was hard to tell.” 

“whatever.” 

jason grace — sewing your initials on his clothes

“hi love,” jason says, plopping down beside you on the couch. you give him a bright smile as he places a gentle kiss on your head, “almost done?” 

nodding proudly, you hold up his pair of jeans to show him your work: your initials sewn onto a corner of his back pocket, “yup, just finished actually! what do you think of the color? i think you bought the thread for me on our second date. but i totally forgot i had it until i went digging in my supply box.” 

a grin plasters itself on jason’s face as he nods his head in realization, “i knew the color seemed familiar. i remember wondering why a tiny spool of thread was so expensive. but it’s perfect, i love it,” he kisses your cheek, “all my friends are gonna be so jealous that they don’t have their girlfriends’ initials sewn onto their clothes.” 

you laugh as you imagine jason vehemently bragging about his jeans to all his friends, “tell them i’m charging $50 if they want me to do theirs,” you wink. 

“we’d make more than the stolls’ and their smuggling business if we did that,” he laughs, admiring your work once more. who knew that having your initials on his pants would have such an affect on him, “also, can you do my sweaters and my other jeans?"

you raise a brow, "i might have to start charging you at this point."

leo valdez — impromptu fashion shows

“wow!” you clap enthusiastically, “your outfit even puts paris fashion week outfits to shame!” yes, because a rainbow checkered crop top with a humongous green tutu and a pink boa paired with insanely skinny stilettos beats any and all high fashion runway outfits, “now, leo valdez, can you give us a few words about your new clothing line? and possibly a bit about what it’s like to be so amazingly talented?” you inquire, raising an invisible microphone to his mouth. 

leo oh-so humbly bows and rises with a proud grin, “thank you, thank you, but i honestly must give all credit towards my beautiful muse, y/n, she’s the inspiration behind my new line. and about being so talented, it really is such hard work to be this naturally gifted.”

“ooh, do tell about this ‘y/n.’ i’ve never heard of her but she does sound absolutely gorgeous!” you exclaim, keeping up with the act. 

your boyfriend nods firmly, “oh yes, she’s very, very, very beautiful,” adding a playful wink, “but i must say, she has the worst morning breath i’ve ever encountered!” 

your smile drops and you squint your eyes, “i’m going to choke you with that stupid ugly boa if you don’t take that back right now.” 

“uh ma’am,” leo backs up nervously, clutching his boa, “i’m going to have to call security if you threaten me again.” 

"i'm seriously going to kill you."

[r0-boat]

🪶 anon here! Can I request NSFW headcanons for ZZZ Wise, and Lycaon overstimulating gn/afab s/o please?

Injecting the new fandom with more Wise content....

Also I've accidentally added fingering My bad

ZZZ Wise & Von Lycaon fingering & overstimulation headcannons

Cw: NSFW, overstimulation, sexual punishment, AFAB!gn! S\O

Wise

Watching a movie... Well that's what you were doing while his sister was spending time with some of her friends You didn't know who their names were but you knew one of them was a robot and a pink haired lady. With his sister gone Wise wanted to watch a documentary with you. Little did you know He didn't actually want to watch a documentary.

Just 20 minutes in You we're pulled into a his lap and you thought nothing of it until his hand started to slide underneath your pants, His breath tickled your ear "is this okay?" It's been so long since he last seen you in person or even touched you at all now that you're there He couldn't help it anymore.

Your pants were long gone as you lay on top of your boyfriend one arm hiking up your leg the other in between them coding his fingers in your juices before sliding them inside.

"So wet..." "I love feeling you"

Wise is gentle at first slowly pumping in and out of you leisurely feeling you at his pace. Making sure he memorizes the way you clench around him. The soft wet walls of your pussy making his cock rock hard. But for now he wants to touch. Despite his slow and sensual pace occasionally pressing and touching your clit You become close, Wise was so good with his fingers and he knew that.

However after You came on his fingers It wasn't enough He needed more, wise flips you over now he was towering over you putting your legs over his shoulders you can see a hungry looking his eyes and he begins to finger fuck you faster. Utterly hypnotized by the wet sounds of your sloppy cunt, wise says in a husky tone "I love the sound your soaked pussy makes You can do it again for me can you?? Come on just give me one more..."

Your toes curl your back arching You whimper and scream, You couldn't hear Wise loan himself as he jams his fingers as deep as he can feeling you cum around him. But he needs more, He hasn't quite broken you yet. Wise loves to watch you fall apart, to fuck you dumb until you can no longer think about anything else but his cock or his fingers. If you really want him to he will milk every orgasm out of you until you physically cannot cum anymore.

Lycaon

Misbehaving again? Tisk tisk tisk... Before he can properly punish you He files down his claws You know when you're screwed when you see His claws are a lot shorter than they used to be. This time he wraps a blindfold around you erasing your sense of sights to heighten your other ones.

If you are known for squirming then he shall restrain you in some way whether it be his tie or his hands you will behave.

Very skilled hands knowing all the right places to touch you. He knows how to make you cum but right now he will withhold your pleasure. You will get your orgasm and many more after. He feels a little selfish indulging in you like this instead of just ramming his fingers inside you until you cum over and over, instead his fingertips brush against the opening every now and then dipping inside brushing against your clit. Your whimpers are music to his ears, such a cute little pup.

When he finally has his fill That's when he plunges his fingers immerselessly inside you You cry and thrash But you don't know where you try to close your legs but to no avail All you can do is sit and take it.

He is grateful to put the blindfold on you He does not want you to see the unsavory site of his hand palming his bulge He is ashamed yet excited that he is getting off too You're punishment.

You cum but he doesn't let up milking you through your orgasm you try to whimper his name but he only shushes you.

"Your doing great my dear." "You're taking your punishment so well, come on give me another one."

[sacredsorceress]

Meet Cute with Logan Would Include... || Wolverine Headcanons

pairing: logan howlett (wolverine) x mutant!f!reader summary: you're a new teacher at the school and logan is interested in you from your first meeting a/n: i'm admittedly projecting with the fact that reader teaches history but just a little blurb because logan's been on my mind and i need to get work done <33 lmk if you want me to make this into an actual fic!! warnings: none, all fluff

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when you first arrive at the school as a teacher (and late blooming mutant) charles introduces you to logan

logan has a typical scowl on his face and glances at you up and down

so you begin to worry that you've worn the wrong outfit or presented yourself poorly and now an infamous wolverine dig is about to be thrown your way

but instead, he takes a puff of his cigar, and looks back at charles

"you have a rule about only recruiting good-looking teachers or something?"

and what an array of relief (and butterflies) do you get from that

"yes, very funny, logan. however, y/n here has a phd. I've brought her on to teach the students"

"yeah? and what's your "gift"?" (mutation)

he has a coy look on his face

"oh logan, that's a bit personal..." you said with faux seriousness. "buy me a drink first."

for the first time, you saw him smile. a chuckle reverberated in his chest.

"fair enough."

after that interaction charles escorted you out of the room but as you went, logan's eyes were trained on you.

intrigued, he took another puff of his cigar and smiled to himself.

on your first night there, once all the children have gone to sleep and all the adults have gone to their own rooms for the night you hear a knock on your door.

and guess who it is?

you hate to admit it but god, does he look so hot and suave standing in your doorway.

logan's hair is in a typical mess and his flannel has a few more buttons undone than it did this morning,

and although he's rough around the edges and not as necessarily openly friendly as the others, he exudes confidence- especially as he leans against your doorframe.

"you said i owed you a drink."

although he takes you to the diviest dive bar in town, you have such a good time.

after a little bit of awkwardness, the two of you found your footing and you end up talking (flirting) for hours

well, in actuality, you do most of the talking but boy does he like listening to you talk and watching your eyes light up while you laugh at some of your own stories

on the way back to the mansion, he opens the car door for you

"thank you."

"don't mention it" (he's blushing a little)

on the ride back he tries to be as smooth as possible, one arm draped over the passenger seat while the other rests on the steering wheel

he keeps taking quick glances at you as you hum along to the song on the radio and even though you just met he's already thinking about how he could get used to this

he walks you back to your room and as much as he wants to make another move (and you do too) he doesn't want to mess up your relationship before its even started

i mean, you're living in the same place?? what happens if you don't like it?? and you end up hating him?? now his suave demeanor has crumbled under the weight of realising this is actually real and not a game

"I'll.. uh... be down the hall if you need me."

"thanks, logan" you smile softly and he thinks its the first time anyone's done that in over a decade and meant it

when he starts walking down the hall, you call out in a whisper

"oh and logan!" you pause. "sweet dreams."

before he can say anything the door of your bedroom shuts

a stupid, silly grin coats his face so big that he rubs his hand across his cheeks in fear anyone would catch the big bad wolverine becoming a softie for the teacher he's got the hots for

although you've just met, you've got him wrapped around your finger and he can barely believe it

shoving his hands in his pocket, logan shakes his head and laughs on the way to his own bedroom

"fuck."